Description: A man of a pale complexion, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His parents were killed by drow in a raid when he was still a young child. The drow captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Wymar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he likes to wear white tank tops with red pants. He has wavy black hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Detective. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears dull grey sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed nunchaku, just in case. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Weaver. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gifted student he started as a Miller, but he got bored and became a Weaver. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To be a Miller again.

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is typically in his Locksmith uniform, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Justin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gifted student he started as a Mortician, but he got bored and became a Locksmith. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 gp.